Shocked congressmen realize capitol building looks like a boob

By: CJ Fritz, Old Bowl of Pasta

Washington, D.C. – On a rainy day in the nation’s capital, two aging senators nervously sip scotch in a chic bar, too disturbed to make eye contact with each other.

I sit across from Senators Shuck Chumer and McCitch Monnell wondering how two of the palest men in the nation managed to look even paler. It is as if they have invented a newer, even whiter shade of white.

Senator Chumer is the first to speak.

“We have discovered a horrifying oversight in Washington that the American people deserve to know about. The capitol building looks like a boob.”

My lack of reaction stuns them. Chumer continues, saying, “You know, the little top part looks like a nipple and the dome underneath is the, uh…booby.”

Senator Monnell clutches his chest and winces as Chumer whispers the word “nipple.” To demonstrate their point, Monnell pulls up an image of the capitol building followed by an image of a woman’s breast. He flips between the photos repeatedly before setting the breast photo as his lock screen.

Steadying himself, Monnell says, “Boobs are a bipartisan issue, and it is our job as congressmen to regulate the public presentation of boobs. We do not know how this hallowed building came to look so boobish, but we intend to get to the bottom of this.”

Chumer nods in agreement, saying “I don’t know how that boob slipped through our fingers, but we plan to clamp down on this issue and give this emergency the old-fashioned bipartisan purple nurple.”

The senators, now both visibly aroused, transition to their proposed solution to Washington’s Boob-onic Plague.

“Starting tomorrow, we will begin tearing down the dome of the capitol building. There’s just no place for boobs in government,” says Monnell. “We will then begin reconstruction, placing an erect missile and two cannon balls on top of the building. That should solve it.”

 

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Mortified vegan swallows gnat

By: CJ Fritz, Kitten Critic

Carmen Allen stares out the window of vegan juice bar Highway to Kale, casting her forlorn gaze across the bustling as she relives the tragic moment. She fiddles anxiously with a PETA stress ball (not tested on animals).

As Allen recalls, it was 3:45pm on Sunday when she left her house to jog to the vegan yoga studio, The Carrot Crevice. Dressed in running sandals and full-body spandex, Allen began her pilgrimage.

She had forgotten to eat her typical pre-jog snack of broccoli and radishes topped with grated brussel sprouts and human tears before leaving and could feel herself becoming ravenous.

“I was already preparing mentally to eat the shit out of some raw veggies when I got home,” says Allen. “Drool was pooling in my mouth and cascading down my chin as I ran. My sandals were starting to slosh with saliva.”

Highway to Kale goes quiet as sympathetic vegans listen in on Allen’s horror story. Allen sobs and stammers as she relives her nightmare.

“I- I- I opened my mouth to- to spit out the excess drool and- and- and, oh GOD!” says Allen. “And I swallowed a gnat.”

Screams echo around the juicery. Several vegans collapse to the ground, heartbroken.

“And the worst part is…it tasted fantastic” says Allen.

In the blink of an eye, a riot engulfs the juicery and Allen is decapitated by the enraged mob.

UPDATE: Despite several health code violations, Allen’s severed head now sits atop a spike on the counter in Highway to Kale.

 

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Man quits therapy, gets girlfriend instead

Three weeks ago, Kevin Nance was a normal shmuck seeing a therapist every week to work through his problems. Like an idiot, for months Nance was paying for local therapist Terry Jones’ expertise backed by Jones’ PhD in counseling psychology.

One day, while shelling out cash following a therapy session, Nance came to a brilliant decision.

After paying for the session, Nance informed Jones that he would no longer be needing therapy. Nance’s revelation stunned Jones.

“I was shocked that Kevin wanted to halt his therapy,” says Jones. “I mean, sure, he was making progress, but the guy is an emotional mess. He needs serious professional attention.”

After quitting therapy, Nance immediately changed his Tinder bio to “Just a dreamer looking for love. Big heart, bigger wiener,” in the hope of attracting a girlfriend.

Nance’s new Tinder bio attracted several suitors prepared to commit to Nance’s chiseled features and sterile personality.

Nance began dating his new girlfriend Tiana nine days after severing ties with his therapist.

“Tiana couldn’t have come into my life at a better time,” says Nance. “I was starting to feel the emotional burden of being out of therapy, but once I met Tiana I could tell that she will be the perfect woman to replace my therapist.”

“Tiana listens so well and is so in touch with her emotions,” says Nance. “Plus, I only have to put up with a couple dates per week in exchange for throwing gobs of my emotional feces at her so she can solve my problems for me.”

Nance claims that he does occasionally feel bad for having left his therapist in the dust.

“Sure, I feel bad for ditching Mr. Jones, but it wasn’t him, it was me,” says Nance. “Getting a girlfriend is so much cheaper than getting a therapist. It was nothing personal, just strict dollars and cents.”

Sometimes Words Rhyme: World Premiere!

The Flush Factory proudly presents the inaugural episode of Sometimes Words Rhyme, titled Lovey Dovey Cuddly Bears, hosted by Kenneth and Alejandro.

As Napoleon once said, “podcasts are the heart and soul of the human condition.”** Sounds pretty smart to me.

Enjoy!

 

**Napoleon is a paid sponsor of The Flush Factory and made this statement against his will.

Area man accidentally voices opinion on Israel

On Sunday morning, local man Gavin O’Neil was rushed to the hospital to be treated for shock and trauma.

According to witnesses, O’Neil had been attending brunch with friends at Bacon & Kegs when the topic of Israel came up without warning.

O’Neil, taken by surprise, accidentally voiced his opinion about the Israel-Palestine conflict. O’Neil has no actual knowledge of the conflict and isn’t quite sure if he could identify Israel on a map.

After being released from the hospital, O’Neil answered questions from The Wire while wrapped in a trauma blanket.

“I don’t know what got into me,” O’Neil says. “We were talking about different types of small hats and all of a sudden I was making claims about a two-state solution. I don’t even know what ‘two-state solution’ means.”

Judie Schwartz, friend of O’Neil and a known Jew, never expected Gavin to be the one to make a stand on Israel.

“Gavin is usually a pretty smart guy,” says Schwartz. “But even I don’t talk about Israel…I have no idea what’s going on over there. It’s all so icky. I’m more of a drink-wine-on-Friday kind of Jew, not a talk-about-Israel kind of Jew.”

O’Neil, who plans to spend a month away from work in order to properly recover, says that he truly regrets opening his massive trap.

On Monday, a city-wide protest against O’Neil broke out in Walla Walla, attracting 15,000 people to O’Neil’s home.

Signs at the protest included, “Gavin O’Neil Israeli stupid,” “Brunch is for day drinking, not politics,” and “This gives me ulcers, let’s change the subject.” When approached by reporters about what exactly was wrong with O’Neil’s comments, several protesters abruptly fainted.

Paramedics rushed to the scene and found that protesters who had fainted regained consciousness as they got farther away from reporters.

I Am Part of the Resistance Inside TKE

By: An Anonymous Hero

The TKE house at Whitman College faces a test to its fraternity that threatens to bring the entire brotherhood crumbling down. It’s not just that women, queer and trans people, people of color, and people from working-class families are endangered by or excluded from TKE.

The test that TKE faces comes from a select few progressive demigods within the fraternity who are committed to making sure our frat only violates some, not all, human rights.

I am not some feminist liberal. I rip the bong. I shotgun hella brews. Yet despite my commitment to getting shitfaced with other straight white men, I also recognize that TKE may not be as chill as some of my brothers think it is.

Last spring, I successfully spearheaded a movement within TKE to prevent our “Thugs n’ Sluts” party from happening. I worked tirelessly, and in the end was able to have the party theme changed to “Gangstaz n’ Hoes.”

Do you smell that? That’s the scent of progress brought about by a cognizant bro, bro.

A select few modest fradders have taken an oath to solemnly protect the Whitman community when it is convenient for us, and I must say that we are doing a truly incredible job.

When my brothers suggested that we only allow hot bitches into our parties, I ensured that the glorious TKE basement remained open even to kinda hot bitches.

To this day, kinda hot bitches remain welcome at our sweaty functions.

To my independent classmates: don’t fear. I am the dark knight you have all been waiting for, and I will dutifully fulfill my obligation to occasionally protect you from my frat.

I ask for nothing other than admiration and sex in return for my humble heroism.

Area dog owners decry canine unpaid emotional labor

A crisis in unpaid labor is gripping college campuses across the country. Exploitative practices and unchecked privilege have led to the abuse of some of the area’s most important workers.

For 150 years, college students have capitalized off of canine unpaid emotional labor, and dog owners near Whitman College have had enough. After tensions cooled following the beginning of summer break at Whitman, tempers are flaring once again as students return to campus.

Dog owner Susan Adams says, “I just want to walk my dog five feet without a student crying over poor Spot and unloading their stress on him. He’s not a therapy dog, he’s a schnauzer.”

Over the last academic year, Adams, who founded the local Canine Communist Workers’ Union, estimates that Spot endured 100 hours of emotional labor and comforted 600 sobbing students without receiving so much as a “thank you” or a few dollars on Venmo for his work.

A group of Whitman students interested in going into business have started Students Against Workers’ Rights, aiming to ensure that canine laborers are not compensated for their work. Lyle Shaw, founder of the group, says “This will be great experience to set myself apart to future employers.”

Governments across the world have long ignored the plight of canine laborers. President Richard Nixon famously said, “The idea of paying dogs for their labor is ridiculous. Next thing I know, people will be asking that women earn the same wage as men. Do you see how that’s a slippery slope?”